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about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna fuck with that lil bitch if she ain't serious
Celine, Chanel
When you ask for the fashion demon, it

myself bloom
I'm trying to get them all in tune

Who you?
I ain't heard about you
Name don't ring bells
I don't know about you
Just wish me well
Couldn't

stocks and bonds
I barely trust my piggy bank
Talking bout you really street 
Gauge you by the team you keep
Skinny Jeans, n rainbow hair
Playlist got me

that Johnny
Tints and all black
Bitches give da brain
Just like a zombie
Here's lil snack
Seen em by that corner
He a goner
That's where niggas lack

forgot to coast it

Gas up a chicken too fast, can leave you roasted 
Now I'm feeling haunted because I think she ghosted

Burned all my bread, now she

Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga

Didn't wanna address the obvious but y'all forced it on me
You niggas corny

ain't on shit I'll prolly dip and then it's au revoir
Why you got yo camera out lil shawty we not on live
I had to bring the band about cuz they always be

the type to tweet about it type in all caps, it’s different
You know where to find me
Clocked in but I never rock a timepiece
Thrift shop but I make it look,

my closet Nigga

I got more yeezy than Kim And Ye

I'm all About Profit Nigga

I ain't got time for your bitch today

Plugged in with the socket

You

Pull Dat Cash Out / December

Trouble

Edgewood

30 you a fool for this one
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made It

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb,

she was feeling the crew
Told 'em all you can have her
I'll be gone by two
Straight liquor, Hennessy
I ain't drinking the brew
Smoking hella trees
Yeah

(pfft)
Gun smokin' like a chimney (bah), we keep blowin' 'til it's empty (bah)
All I know is chase bands (huh?), I don't need no fake friends (uh-uh)

Yeah yeah
When you want peace you prepare for the war
I don't wanna piece nah I came for it all
I tell 'em peace for I walk out the door
If I give

talk the cops no be no accident bro
I live my life
Who be you to tell me that I'm doing that wrong
You said your out and now its my fight
But all i see

pull up on you with the bang bang and put a fucking bullet through your membrane
God Damn
I'm back in this shit, I'm counting the cash
Ya bitch all over

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

guide right down into your throat
Dig that barrel in your neck, watch your bitch-ass choke
No hope, no joke, I'm savin you the pain of old age
All I

And mob shots pushin' crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip
I never did much slangin' for bangin' pursuited hard
Why the fuck you think they

a clue
How to live by the rules, me and you

We could never be two, who's counting im a fool you
Doubting, couldn't see the mountain I was climbing

To Roll With Us
But We Gives A Fuck
Smoking On That Green Crack
Swigging On That Lean Back
Know What I Mean Jelly Bean Bag
I'm All About My GreenBacks
Its

wacked id do it clean or I can it sloppy
Take the cops on a high speed chase you thought that I was Ricky Bobby
I'm the true originator all these rappers

if you come let me have it
See all my status? Ooh, it's automatic, oh
My bitch the baddest, ooh and we make magic yeah
What's your status, girl? I

handsome
It’ll press your buttons when you see me in his Samsung
But on the low
Imma make ‘em all fall like dominos
It might take a little minute but I

kiss me here no
Mistletoe, everything about me different though
Both shoes tied I ain't trippin hoe, you tryna fuck a nigga just to
Get his doe, I ain't

leave you (aah)
Believe you me dig it cuz Miners my people
(yeah yeah)

Y'all are finding all the fathers
While the closest are in the making
I'm in